Saturday, November 01, 2008

A mind storm, space truckin', helter-skelter
Cellophane flowers and lemon trees
A crazy train, a magic carpet ride

Open your eyes, you're out of control
Under pressure, act naturally

Hush, let it be, I'm so tired
Dream on alone on the hill

It's all right now
Numb.

- An anonymous worker in Richard Cory's factory.

2 comments:

shwaathi kannan said...

Odes are beautiful. Every reader gets her/his own picture of the poem and what more can a writer want. Suits writers who have an imaginary readership that is diverse.

Anonymous said...

I failed to see an ode, all apologies ;).

However, I did make a connection. Make that a few. Bang bang, I hit the ground.